EX INDIAN RIVER COUNTY ATTORNEY ALAN POLACKWICH NAMED IN STATE ETHICS COMPLAINT

Shadow Dealing Starring Alan Polackwich

George Maib of Ocean Concrete Inc. files a complaint with the Department of Ethics.

Mr. Maib alleges that former Indian River County Attorney, Alan Polackwich, failed to hire outside counsel through proper channels required by Florida Sunshine Laws. He is also asking if, in the hiring of an outside law firm, Alan Polackwich worked with them to defend the County from a suit brought by Maib and followed the steps required by the Sunshine Law.

After changing zoning laws and causing Mr. Maib's loss of property, Polackwich also tried to purchase Mr. Maib's rights to sue the County for just compensation for the loss of 31 uses for his property.

 Read Mr. Maib's complaint here:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4hVE3QRLNcRWl9WNE9tbnhLbU9tUFpDVE1EZU5XZkQwZ2lV/edit?usp=sharing

Ethics Complaint Filed against Joe Baird Indian River County Administrator

Today George Maib of Ocean Concrete Inc. filed a formal complaint with the Florida State Department of Ethics. 

George alleges that the County Administrator Joe Baird has violated the public trust and has thrown the Indian River County citizens under the bus by not contacting or filing a claim with the County's insurance carrier.

Here is the complaint:

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4hVE3QRLNcRM1V3X0NOaE5RdWc/edit?usp=sharing

Injustice

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything about the green concrete batch plant that

was to be located in  Indian River County. Florida but tonight is the night I

 need to pick up my  and fix that problem. See the problem is no longer

one man’s fight to right a wrong because it now affect everyone’s right.

I have watched as one man who believes in this country did his best to right

this injustice but now whether you believe in his vision or not .if you believe

in the constitution and the right to a free press then it is time to call your

 commissioner, your civil  public officials and demand that the government in

the sunshine laws not be dismantle or trampled . Like that snake that says

 “don’t tread on me” I’m ready to aim and fire my trusty pen to protect these

freedoms that our fathers fought and died to keep us safe from the back

rooms filled with cigar smoke laughter and back slapping deals made out of

the view of the general public.

If I gave away stock in I.B.M. everyone would be lined up on the front steps

of the courthouse to get their fair share. But we give away stock in America

and no one wants to stand up and claim their heritage. We’ll I’m old, a

grandmother of 13 grand kids and a great grandmother of 6 but these issues

are more important to me  because the older I get  the more I see the

handwriting on the wall.  Someone has to lead the

charge for justice. I watched and I tried to help when could but now I need help. I

can’t believe this old lady said the words “I need help” and I’m sure my

grandchildren won’t believe that Nannie actually asked for “help”. So I feel

like I may have shown a side the kids aren't use to seeing but this issue

involves

their future and the future of all the citizens of the great state of Florida. My

hands hurt from the arthritis and my eyes hurt from the strain of trying to

type, My mind works just fine but I rest of me is slowing down. So while I

may slow down I refuse to give in or give up. Martin Luther King said “a

injustice to one is a injustice to all,” so we must let everyone know what is

going on in Indian River County.

Maybe this social media will send this to the newspaper and if enough people

e-mail them just maybe they will get the message, that the truth is more

important than the advertisers and this manage news must end.

Nightmare in the Governor’s Mansion

Nightmare in the Governor’s Mansion

The wind danced across the dreary grass outside the Florida governor’s mansion, as the heavy rain drummed on the tin roof. Shadows cast a eerie feeling as the  shutters banged on the white alabaster walls.

  The fire crackled loudly interrupted with  popping noises. The black cat with the yellow eyes and no tail was enthroned on the dozing governor’s lap. The sounds of pending deep sleep were interspersed  between snorts and deep breathing. The governor’s shiny bald head bobbled up and down in concert with the throaty sleeping noises. He was known for his nodding bald head and was considered to resemble one of those old fashion  shinny Teflon plastic green turtles with the bobbing head and tail.

  The night strolled in quietly and tip-toed across his mind. Suddenly the nightmare flared up, full blast in his mind  and became tangled, with one foot in the web of reality and the other bogged in guilt. The  weathery skelton  with the donor sign hanging around his neck waving the college school banners appeared  and tried to push his way out of the big golden oak door with the title blazed across the front in heavy black print, “State owed scholarship” .  The frame of the door was encased in different school banners. The skelton kept repeating the phrase, “where are the scholarship funds?. S.O.S., Save our Scholarship seem to the theme of the day. 

  The governor awoke  quickly and the sleek black cat landed with a thump on the floor as the governor sprung to his feet. The looming silhouette was tall and thin and ink black as he started to pace back in forth like a man posses. He knew his re-election bid would sink once the  Shadow  broke the story about how he gave the teachers a raise but did not pay back the scholarship money. That bunch of rebel rousing  students would be camped on his door step demanding the money be used for tuitions. He still remember when that group lambasted him and the school  administration for trying to remain their stadium.  If he only  could figure out who was leaking these tidbits to the Shadow. Damn these blogers. It was almost impossible to stop them. His office had plugged a lot of leaks by slowly dismantling the Government in the Sunshine legist ration and if he could just figure out who the tattletale was,  he could batten down the hatches and ride out the storm. The state owed just one university close to ten million dollars and he had nightmares about the total,  which was close to half a billion. A cold hard shiver when down his spine and he started shaking back and forth. His aides kept telling him not to worry that most of those donors were dead and could not complain.

  Get a grip he told himself. They aren’t organized and they aren’t camped on the front lawn yet. Those advisors were as useless as a room full of cats with rockers out in full force.

  He should have gone down to the university when that old lady wrote him and asked him to bring a check for that donors 100th birthday.  Definitely .a missed photo opportunity When this story breaks  it will ignited a full course media storm, it will be a news epidemic. Reporters will never be his friend, he will be the brunt of jokes and he will suffer humiliation unlike anything ever seen again. A new set of  political  cartoons will line the papers, bobbing plastic turtles and all.  He knew they referred to him as Scottie the turtle and mocked him because he was known to hide in his Teflon shell and would offer one of the staffers up for sacrifice  The paranoia began to build and he felt trapped.  He felt a migraine coming on but there was no rest for the weary. Where was that Snowden guy when you needed him? That’s what it would take to figure out how to stop this Shadow. He remembered that  was the ending of a old radio show, Only the Shadow Knows: . How was he going to stop this from setting off a full press expose? His bald head bobbed up and down, thinking, thinking, thinking.